weathering

The sky is rendered in black,

Everything is shrouded in the darkness.

But the horizon,

The city in the distance still has orange lights.

A dark red gauze was put on the night sky.

The stars that are active in the sky,

It is not seen now.

And replacing them

Just countless kongming lanterns.

That blazing flame

Burning the hope of people flying!

In the dark,

Vaguely remember those few paths,

Those familiar clumps.

Along an unmanned path,

I walked slowly...

Quiet trees around,

Maybe they are all sleeping.

Vaguely heard,

It’s just a worm

The sound of the wind slowly passing through the leaves.

The familiar insects in the grass -

It reminds me of my dreams.

Seems to see those ethereal figures,

They are looking in the grass,

Excited with rare discoveries.

but,

Now they are no longer there.

The piles of four-leaf clover,

Gradually dried up,

How much joy it brings to me.

The path that no longer exists,

The time that can only be seen in a dream today,

Everything is a matter of arrogance,

But it has brought me my infinite voice.

Rippling in the depths of memory.

Like a dream,

Remaining traces remaining;

Like the wind,

Take away the traces of the remnants.

Time is slowly washing down,

Weathered memories...

The first day of Guang'an District, Guang'an, Sichuan: Tang Rui